Full Filled

By now I’m sure that you have heard,
I’ve got a certain way with words.
But these sensations. These emotions,
Can just be felt, but never spoken.
Such words as love and joy and bliss.
They do come close, but still they miss.
That space you filled inside my heart,
With just the right-sized missing part.
That feeling cannot be proclaimed.
It’s far too big to have a name.

Joy Will Find A Way

To everything perhaps a season,
That doesn’t mean a rhyme or reason,
Fate plays its hand without showing a card,
At times we’re ever so demanding,
In our need for understanding,
But the truth is sometimes life’s just bloody hard,
It’s also true it seldoms lasts,
And at some point rough times are past,
Though we know some day they’ll come back our way,
So raise your glasses with your friends,
Know that every road has bends,
And that in the end joy will find a way.

It Just Is

To everything perhaps a season,
That doesn’t mean a rhyme or reason,
Fate plays its hand without showing a card,
At times we’re ever so demanding,
In our need for understanding,
But the truth is sometimes life’s just bloody hard,
It’s also true it seldom lasts,
And at some point rough times are past,
Though we know some day they’ll come back our way,
So raise your glasses with your friends,
Know that every road has bends,
And that in the end joy will find a way.